Crimson Cloak
You were the worst kind of wolf in sheep’s clothing
cleverly concealing your incisors
distracting with gallantry and double speak
drawing me ever closer to the
quilt of lies and chaos under which you laid
“Let me soothe you”
“I am not like all the others”
“Feel safe with me beautiful”
“I love you”
What big lies you have!
lies which swallowed me whole
sucking me into their vortex
spinning me ’round and ’round
threatening to drown me
and silence my inner knowing
Me, ingesting my doubt
instead of spewing it out so I wouldn’t aspirate on it
You, being the wolf you are
saw all the goodies in the basket I carried
and knew all the right words to
make me relinquish them
Whatever was your purpose?
except to stroke your big bad canis lupus ego
Eventually the woodsman will catch up with you
you looter and plunderer
and cast a downfall upon you
the likes of which
not even your pack will be able to rescue you from
I, walk away
to face another day
wrapping my crimson cloak tighter round
vowing
to never be hoodwinked by a wolf again
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